From; VOICES FROM SPIRIT MAGAZINE Vol. 11 No. 7 Copyright, November, 1997 By Spiritist Publications By The Polleys. All rights reserved.
NURSERY
By; Speaker Gerald A. Polley
THE ANCIENT ONE STOOD ON THE HILLTOP WATCHING
the facility below. He waited for The Ax Man to join him. "They
all ready?" he asked.
"Just waiting for the signal!" The Ax Man answered.
"Now, remember," The Ancient One warned, "wait for
me to take care of the guards in the control room first. THEN
take care of those outside. When you've got them all, extinguish
the driveway lights."
"You told me a dozen times!" The Ax Man answered.
"I know the plan. Let's go give our Whitenick friends the
surprise of their life. I still can't believe the government is
funding this thing, and don't have any idea what these idiots are
doing!"
"Genetic research," The Ancient One answered, "can
cover a lot of sins. Let's get going!"
The Ancient One cautiously made his way into the facility, being
very careful not to trip any of the censors specifically designed
to keep out one of his kind. He reached the control room where
the two guards were leaning back in their chairs watching several
dozen monitors. One had a magazine and was laughing, hysterically.
"What's so damned funny?" his companion asked.
"I'm reading about those idiots in Europe with the sheep,"
he answered. "I wonder what they'd think of OUR little herd
down there in the barracks? We must be twenty years ahead of them!"
The other guard started to laugh, but it was cut short as The
Ancient One grabbed each one by the back of the neck and twisted.
There was a snapping sound and both men went limp. The Ancient
One laid their bodies on the control panel, quickly shut off
switches, and hurried through the halls. He entered a large room
where two dozen children slept in simple beds. A nurse suddenly
jumped up. The Ancient One grabbed her by the throat, twisted,
then dropped her to the floor behind her desk.
He quickly clapped his hands. "Come on, children!" he
cried, "Quickly! Quickly! Your parents are coming. Let's get
the little ones and get out of here!"
"Yes, mine Fuhrer!" one of the boys snapped.
The children quickly followed The Ancient One into another
dormitory where the children were far younger. The nurse there
put up a little more fight...but not much. Finally they entered
another facility containing bassinets. The older children quickly
gathered the babies from them. A nurse walked in, saw what was
happening, and turned to run. One of the little girls grabbed her
arm.
"Don't run," she warned, "you can't escape him.
Please?" the little girl asked. "Spare her? She's one
of the nicer ones."
"Follow us!" The Ancient One ordered. "Go with the
people I tell you to. Don't cause us any trouble and I'll send
you someplace safe. Hinder us in any way, and I'll kill you!"
The nurse nodded. They hurried through the halls. The Ax Man
joined them. "I trashed the computers," he announced,
"dispatched the cows. Poor things! This wasn't their fault!"
"Unfortunate," The Ancient One agreed, "but
without them it will take them ten or fifteen years to get the
project up again."
They reached the yard where dozens of cars were waiting. The
children were parceled out, the nurse ordered to go with two men
that were taking them.
As the cars were rolling out, The Ancient One looked skyward.
Behind them flames started to erupt in the building.
"What is it?" The Ax Man asked.
"Four helicopter gun ships," The Ancient One answered,
ripping two road signs out of the ground. "They'll intercept
us just as we hit the main highway. You come in from the east,
take the two on that side, I'll come in from the west and take
those two."
The Ax Man nodded and both of them rose skyward.
As the cars reached the highway and started to disperse, in the
back one boy looked out the rear window. He saw The Ax Man take
the rotors off two of the helicopters and The Ancient One bring
down the other two, hurling the road signs like guided missiles.
The boy laughed.
"The fools," he cried, "call themselves The Master
Race! The Fuhrer swats them from the sky as if they were insects!
They think they can defeat him. They are fools!"
"That's enough of that, young man!" the woman in the
front seat remarked. "You know he does not like you calling
him The Fuhrer!"
The young man turned around. "Yes, mother!" he remarked,
"But he is what he is! Nothing in the universe can change
that!"
"There is something that can't be argued!" the woman
agreed. "Nothing in the universe can change that!"
The cars sped on into the night, carrying children that would now
have happy homes, not be taught to despise others because they
were different, but taught to respect all that was good and
decent. Those who would have used them as weapons of evil had
lost them forever!
The Ancient One and his friend parted, and headed home, a good
night's work done.